Fill The Void

My pen will run out of ink,
And I will still be writing
About war,
And the taste of rainbows,
And what's it like to grow older.
I will still be dreaming
Of a better world.
For the void to be filled ,
If only for a moment,
A moment of bliss.
I will still be longing
To fall in love
All over again.
To be part of a world
That doesn't shut his eyes
To the underdogs.
To be part of a world 
That I am forever bound to,
To be human.
It is nothing but a journey 
Into humility,
Into the unknown,
Into the space
Between this pen and the next one.
With every stroke 
I will breathe
Until I'll run out of breaths
And I will no longer be
Part of a world.